The box got bigger, the outside, the buildings. And all that we were doing. I had to raise about $1 million every two days just to stay alive.

I don't know, examination I guess. And then they put the jump suit back on me again. I went through the compound - I remember somebody shouting, Jim don't let them break you.

They put chains on me; they chained my waist, my legs. Put me in the back of a squad car, and I literally blacked out. I didn't even - there's whole pieces missing.

You know, I try not to look back, because looking forward is so much better than looking backward.

I love researching all sorts of weird stuff. I always say, 'God help me if the FBI came across my Internet search history.'

My mother was a personal friend of God's. They had ongoing conversations.

So many kids are still sitting in pews being told they are not worthy of God's love. 'Sissies' will show them they are not alone, and I hope that healing will follow.

An armchair Jungian would say the whole thing is about my own ongoing spiritual search. My interior life has always been one of trying to find a spiritual link, maybe because I'm from a family of separate religious philosophies: Protestant and Catholic.